Remains

Did it happen?

It’s foolish attempting to paint the night, as anything more than the absence of light

The starkness encircling a couple in an old van hurtling through a stunned silence

A deep fondness

Succumbing to a crumbling closeness

An old folks home of groaning neurosis

Growing morose at just 23

I was dead asleep

Barely working, rarely brushing my teeth

But i had dreams, ya know?

But did they happen?

Turning off at the Marion exit, so we could refill up the engine at Love’s

Pulled off my gloves, shoulders un-slump

Watch my hands lightly shake

I’m beginning to pump

The pleats of my fingerless gloves

Marked--my bluish white fingers--now stinging

A red blushing clinging--flushing my cheeks

Looking through windows of sleet

The elephant looming

A selfishness grooming

Fluorescent reflections suspend on collections of memories packed backseat

Memories finding themselves

Binding themselves

To histories unwinding themselves

The crescent’s descension becoming the new moon’s acceptance

The growling sound crawling from hunger pangs growing

It seemed like affection

But where’s the directions

Looking at you, superimposed, upon my reflection

Looking at you, superimposed, under my reflection

Looking at you, superimposed

Upon my reflection

Spinning back onto the on-ramp

A manmade maze of careless construction

The concrete walls hemmed in everything but the cold and damp creeping in

Under the night with the headlamps flashing

Illuminating our only line of sight

That’s when it happened

Curving, we accelerated on a rabbit stuck between two high walls

A flicker of grief and shame caught in the headlights flashing

Frozen, looking over it’s shoulder

Accelerating on an image of grief and pain

A rabbit in the headlights, smashing

Looking over it’s shoulder

Remember how you looked at me, horrified

Frozen, looking over your shoulder

Remember how it looked like us, terrified, looking past me but colder

And every night

Every night

When everything else between us would come to light

I grew colder

As i grew older

I grew older

That anthracite night

That majestic black night

With the headlamps flashing

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